⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
“Haha! They’re having the time of their life!” Pocketechange replied with a laugh, “But what will become of the boy?”
Just then, overhearing their conversation as she was walking out, Lieutenant Bleujay joined the discussion…
“It depends....on what the Keptin decides at that moment in time....anything can happen.” “Aye Sairrr! But I dare say he’s a bit weary of Seneca passengers at present!” Pocketechange concluded as he flipped his cap on and made for the galley stairs.
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[Youngstown…south border of town…]
With the case of silver opened, Black Bart ran his hand deep through the pile and pulled out a handful. Examining them carefully, he tossed it back into the case and turned towards Running Fox…
“Thirty-five muskets, ball and powder.” He said to the trader next to him who spoke the Seneca language.
Running Fox frowned when he heard the offer. Then he re-offered, “Fifty!” [Translated]
Getting the response, Bart stared at him hard before replying, “Tell this red-skinned savage...forty and no more! Final offer!”
Leaving out the expletives, the other trader conveyed Bart’s final offer. Running Fox frowned again and pursed his lips in frustration, but he had to have a deal. Finally he nodded. He reached out to place his hand on Bart’s shoulder and Bart bashed it away in a hard swing! The other seven warriors grumbled in disapproval, but the deal was struck, however uncomfortably.
[Thirty minutes later…]
The two traders returned to the group carrying a heavy wooden crate. Black Bart pried the lid open with his dagger and held out a slightly used colonial musket. A smile spread slowly across Running Fox’s face as he took hold of the musket and rubbed his hands across the smooth metal bore.
“Wait!” He exclaimed in a hurry, as if he had forgotten, “You show…how make thunder!”
Getting the translation, Bart sneered in his amusement, then reached down for the powder bag and withdrew a dram of black powder and poured it down the barrel and then into the primer chamber.
Next he pulled one ball out of a canvas bag and wrapped a waxy wad about it, pushing it into the barrel with his thumb. Then withdrawing the ram rod, he shoved it deep into the musket bore. He then pointed the barrel high in the air, cocked the flint lock back and pulled the trigger!
All eight of the Seneca warriors jumped back a moment and then began to woot and holler!
“Ayeeeee! Hwa!” They all yelled out in excitement!
Running fox nodded gratefully and took a hold of the musket with both hands. His eyes lit up at his cherished new possession, the barrel now hot from the charge. Then nodding first to Bart, he motioned to his companions to close up the crate.
A hundred yards away, Omer Yilmaz watched the scene from behind a patch of thick bushes …
“I must warn the Scots!” He whispered to himself.
📝- ('Omer'- Pronounced: Oh-mare)
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📝 Note: "If th' Toor o' High Islain' has caught yer intrest, all o' me stoatin' adventures kin be foond by searchin':
Silver Adventures of Captain Joshua Slane
Oan yer 'Hife Search tool' an' sae forth." 😉 -Keptin
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References: - Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, Hive.blog, World Coin News, Wikipedia an’ www.google.com/maps. Data also loosely interpretted froms: historica.fandom.com, Wikipedia, an' sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.
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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need tae gab with th' Keptin?- Skelp th' 'Reply' button muckers!" - Keptin
📝 "Remember maties, bein' crew oan th' mighty Frigate Silverton ⛵ is a sure cure fur loneliness! We sail together...ur nae at aw!" 🙌🏼🤝👲🏼🥷🏼👩🏼🍳👨🏼🔧👨🏼💼🧑🏼🎨🧕🏼🤵🏼♂️🤵🏼♂️🦹🏼💁🏼🙋🏼♀️👩🏼🍳🤴🏼👮🏼♂️💂🏼♂️🕵🏼👨🏼⚕️ 😉 -Keptin
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